A Portrait

I saw you today. Well, not you, but a portrait of you. I took my little niece to her violin lesson and my three-year old daughter came to watch. As we sat in that studio, where you spent so many hours and learned so many things from that most amazing of teachers, my head swam with loads of new information, and my eyes wandered for a second to take in my surroundings. They stopped short when, in a tiny little frame on the top shelf of a book case, I saw this:




My word, you are dear to so many people.

I let my imagination run a bit, wondering what you looked like as a 4-yr old twinkler, wondering how your mom took notes, how she practiced with you, wondering what kept you going on the journey of learning to play the violin.

As I embark on that journey with my own daughter, I will keep that portrait of you in mind, to remind me that the practicing and lessons and technique and hours of work are to help her become a beautiful woman, with a beautiful heart, like you.